Chapter 199

Hey, why are you coming out instead of staying in the camp? Could it be that you want to run away?

Lu Xiong's tone was impolite, carrying a questioning tone.

His doubtful gaze swept over the girl who was clearly frightened and on the verge of tears, and he thought, how could someone as wise and martial as the marquis take a liking to such a delicate woman?

It must be those people in the camp, full and idle, gossiping about the marquis's romantic exploits!

Hearing the questioning, the girl's pupils contracted; she was nervously anxious, as if caught red-handed doing something wrong, she lowered her head, and though her hands were hidden beneath her cloak, they clenched the hairpin tightly.

He had seen through her intention; she indeed wanted to escape.

But once outside the tent, enemy tents and soldiers were everywhere, making it impossible for her to move; she had just barely avoided being discovered, so she hid behind a tent and inadvertently overheard the enemy soldiers' private criticisms.

She very much wanted to retort, but the facts were not like that.

That marquis merely had someone bring her water once, told her to bathe and change clothes, and provided her with dignity and meticulous care.

Putting it nicely, she is the marriage-alliance princess of Great Yong.

Putting it bluntly, she is the sacrificial offering for the war banner in the conflict between Great Yong and Great Qian.

As long as she dies on the way to Great Qian for the marriage alliance, or within Great Qian's territory, the war hawks of both countries will have a pretext to start war.

Even the petty villains of neighboring states are pushing this; her fate is either to die at the hands of her own people or at the hands of foreigners.

Why should she sacrifice her life to serve others' greed?

Oh, I forgot you can't speak.

Lu Xiong realized he had touched a sore spot, instantly feeling a bit guilty, and muttered to himself:

Forget it, the marquis ordered me to protect you well; this general can stomach a ship, so I won't pursue your attempt to run away......

He was giving both sides a way out; anyway, he had come down.

The girl slowly lifted her eyes, timidly glancing at the young general in silver armor across from her.

This man is poorly educated, yet his character is rough with fine details, making him hard to dislike.

Since he neither glared at her angrily nor shouted threats, the hairpin she had been gripping tightly loosened its hold.

The young general is a chatterbox; after a few encounters, he became familiar and kept hovering before her, jabbering nonstop.

From curiosity about how she privately interacted with the marquis, to sharing amusing anecdotes about his childhood sweetheart fiancée in the capital.

The girl went from silently listening to occasionally responding with a gesture or a glance.

Lu Xiong is a fierce general under Marquis Wu'an, and in the capital of Great Qian he has a childhood sweetheart fiancée named Pei Yue-ting.

They will be able to marry next spring, in the third month.

Whenever the girl heard this, she couldn't help but think that maybe they would have a bunch of little chatterboxes.

Occasionally, the marquis would appear silently, saying nothing, his gaze gentle as he looked at her.

His expression went from pity to sympathy, then softened into tender affection, holding an emotion she could not understand.

Her cloak was changed again and again; in the blink of an eye, time shifted from the cold winter to the next spring, when flowers bloomed.

The girl, whose eyes had originally been filled with panic and unease, after experiencing several months of peaceful days and calming her inner anxiety, underwent a great change......

Following the victory in battle, an imperial edict was issued to the camp; the emperor of Great Qian summoned Marquis Wu'an and other commanders back to the capital to discuss rewards for merit.

And ordered Marquis Wu'an to escort her, the marriage-alliance princess, back to the court.

The spring chill was sharp; inside the wide, luxurious carriage, the seated girl instinctively pushed open a corner of the window, her eyes filled with worry as she looked outside, searching for that figure clad in scarlet-gold armor......

As dawn approached, Shen Man felt she had had a very long, very realistic dream.

It was like an immersive murder-mystery game; some people in the dream overlapped with her real-life family and loved ones.

Even though she knew it was a dream, she couldn't bear to wake up.

But this time, the dream ended abruptly at the man's backward glance.

After waking, she was thirsty to an extreme degree.

She lightly poked the man's hand; he instantly understood, sitting up without fully opening his eyes, closed his eyes, reached out, precisely felt for the water flask, unscrewed its cap, and brought the flask to her lips.

Gurgle.

As Shen Man drank water, she couldn't help thinking that such precision would be a waste if not used to scrape rocket propellant.

It's only five-thirty; sleep a bit longer.

Jiang Ye took the half-empty water flask, then stirred himself to glance at his wristwatch—it's awfully early, and he still wanted to hold his wife and sleep another hour.

Fine.

Shen Man still wanted to continue the dream to see more of the little princess and that marquis's story; after the man lay down, she wrapped her arms around his arm and fell asleep in a few seconds.

For the first time, Jiang Ye's spirits were low; he didn't think much, just held his wife and drifted off to sleep.

In an unnoticed corner, a faint purple aura flowed continuously into Shen Man's abdomen......

Fact proves that dreams are illusory and ethereal.

Sometimes, for no reason, one will have a wild, fantastical dream.

Some dreams are easygoing; some are bloody.

Sometimes, upon waking, the brain strives to recall, wanting to continue the dream, and can do so.

But sometimes, upon waking, no matter how hard one tries to recall, one cannot continue it.

Shen Man is like that; after falling asleep again, she simply cannot continue the original dream.

She tossed and turned in bed for about an hour, finally yawning as she got up to dress.

She also didn't know whether those dreams were her conscious fantasies or some past-life memories; not finishing them, not seeing them through, she always felt an empty, uncomfortable hollowness in her heart.

After Lu Xiong returned to the capital, did he and his childhood sweetheart fiancée get married smoothly?

Will the turmoil between Great Yong and Great Qian be quelled?

In that time and space, what kind of story would the Heqin Princess and that Marquis Wuan have?

This feeling is like digging gold out of feces in a tomato novel, finally picking out a satisfying novel after great difficulty.

But when you look at the top, a shit-yellow button appears—

The sky has collapsed!

It's a mistake, it's a serial novel that hasn't finished yet!

Holding my breath, I hope the novelist updates quickly, maintaining the quality of daily updates.

But accidents keep coming one after another, and I just can't find that feeling from when I was on top.

Eating it is tasteless, but discarding it is a pity.

But if I don't look, I want to; if I don't eat, I'm hungry!

"Goo goo goo."

Suddenly, her belly made a sound—she was really hungry!

"Meow."

Tangyuan poked its head out from the windowsill, reminding the owner that the big boss had prepared breakfast; the owner, hurry up and wash up, then you can eat!